A little bird woke singing in the night,
Dreaming of coming day,
And piped, for very fulness of delight,
His little roundelay.
Dreaming he heard the wood-lark’s carol loud,
Down calling to his mate,
Like silver rain out of a golden cloud,
At morning’s radiant gate.
And all for joy of his embowering woods,
And dewy leaves he sung,–
The summer sunshine, and the summer floods
By forest flowers o’erhung.
Thou shalt not hear those wild and sylvan notes
When morn’s full chorus pours
Rejoicing from a thousand feathered throats,
And the lark sings and soars,
Oh poet of our glorious land so fair,
Whose foot is at the door;
Even so my song shall melt into the air,
And die and be no more.
But thou shalt live, part of the nation’s life;
The world shall hear thy voice
Singing above the noise of war and strife,
And therefore I rejoice!
(Kate Seymour Maclean)
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